Apologies for the tardiness, but there’s just too much crazy out there for a girl to keep up.
A.S.M.R.
Autonomous sensory meridian response.
Definition:
The feeling of well-being combined with a tingling sensation in the scalp and down the back of the neck, as experienced by some people in response to a specific gentle stimulus, often a particular sound.
ASMR is triggered by things like whispering voices, paper tearing, and scalp massage.
Oh, yes.
This is for real.
And lots of people swear by it.
It’s used for relaxation as well as a sleep aid, and is meant to give the viewer a relaxing tingle at the back of their head.
Upon researching, I discovered there’s pretty much an A.S.M.R. video of everything.
Sometimes WordPress makes me laugh because I follow a lot of funny people.
Sometimes it makes me laugh because a lot of funny people follow me.
And sometimes it makes me laugh for totally unexpected reasons.
Like the other day when I clicked my notifications and saw this:
Clearly I must make TANBHIR laugh because he liked the hell out of every comment I made on one of my old posts.
Every single comment.
That’s a lot of laughing.
Not enough for him to actually comment back or add anything to the thread, but clearly TANBHIR likes the like button.
Unfortunately since TANBHIR (Who must be a serious fellow since his name is all CAPS) only wants to help me make money online so I did not return the favor and like him back. I also removed him from my followers list.
Okay ladies, (Or men. I won’t discriminate) have you ever been to Ulta beauty?
I hadn’t until the other day and my only question is…. why the Hell did I wait so long?
I was like a kid in a candy store, happily skipping up and down the product laden aisles. It was lovely… and I came home with bags full of wondrous scents, war paint make up, lotions, soaps and spackle face creams.
A little known fact, but true nonetheless.
The guys will never understand, but a woman’s search for the perfect mascara can be life long.
We need it…. like air.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
Never underestimate the power of cosmetics.
So imagine my excitement when I found this –
Yes, you read it correctly.
Mascara that claims to be better than sex.
You know I had to try it.
The applicator is hourglass shaped…
For obscure Marilyn Monroe reasons.
And while my husband will be glad that I can honestly report it’s not better than sex.
Great Aunt Trudy will call and want to regale you with detailed stories of her piles.
If I didn’t want to hear about them the last 3 times we spoke? Chances are I really don’t want to hear about them when I’m 10 minutes late for an appointment.
Why is it that…
Every time I cut my hand in the kitchen?
I’m in danger of bleeding out because I can’t get the damned Bandaid package open with one hand.
Seriously, WTH?
Why is it that…
Even though I’m a font of useless knowledge, I let my friends down last week when I couldn’t come up with the winning answer in a trivia game tie breaker at my local bar?
But, come on.
Did you know that the original name for the Google search engine was…
BackRub?
No… I didn’t think so.
Why is it that…
Every time I take the time to wash and wax my car?
It either rains, or a flock of pigeons who’ve just eaten at Chipolte follow me home.
Why is it that….
Every time I think I have absolutely nothing to blog about?
I always manage to come up with something ridiculous.
A time to remember and honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
The weekend dawned clear and bright, and while others were out on the lake or enjoying cookouts with friends…
We at Casa River were hard at work.
A winter that didn’t want to let go and one of the wettest springs I can remember left us with an utter nightmare of a landscape. Parts of the lawn have been a swamp for a month and impossible to mow, so this had to happen.
That’s the husband.
Weed wacking the lawn.
You know how they always say the grass is greener over the septic tank?
Believe it.
He was calf deep in a veritable field of thick heavy grass.
After the weed wacking came the mowing, and after the mowing…
The raking of the mini hay field.
People think we exaggerate when we say it takes the both of us, working all day, to do the weekly lawn maintenance.
We don’t. And it does.
But the weather cooperated for 3 days with warm sun and cool breezes and we got a lot done.
I dragged the deck furniture out of the barn and finished the garden bed I had to redo….
Then hauled in another 30 bags of mulch for some others.
I weeded, and mulched and reset border stones for 10 beds.
All prepped and ready for flowers.
I spent the next day mowing and trimming and cutting back dead shrubs.
And the day after that?
I literally couldn’t move.
Everything that could hurt, did.
Neck, shoulders, arms, thighs, knees and feet.
Nothing like a long winter of inactivity to show you who’s boss.
I love our yard, but damn.
Sometimes it really kicks my ass.
Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
River's world..... 